“Well, I uh...” Marcy sputtered, still awe-struck by his perfection.
“Might I help you with anything?” He asked at last, breaking the silence with that honey voice of his.
“H-h-help me?” She blathered, completely forgetting where she was or why she had arrived.
“Yes, are you looking for some honey today?”
“Oh...” the nervous girl nodded – only just now beginning to recall her mission. “Yes, umm I'm not sure if you could... I'm here for the job opening?”
She phrased it as a question, as if unsure this hulking figure with a smile hot enough to melt steel could actually be employed in such a place.
“The job opening!” The man shouted. “Yes, of course! I've been on the lookout for someone new. I just didn't think anyone so attractive would be stepping in to offer.”
The compliment about buckled Marcy at her knees. Attractive?! Her? Was this guy a little drunk? Those creamy, comely cheeks of hers began to burn with heat as she spun slightly to the side in a shy gesture.
“Well,” she said after a brief pause, “here I am! I mean, if you're still wanting to interview...”
“Yes, of course! It looks like you know your way around the shop already,” the man laughed, poking fun at her clumsy bump.
The young girl rubbed the back of her neck, smiling on one side of her mouth. “Yeah... sorry about that again.”
“Don't worry about it!” He grinned, once again peering down at her breast and belly – the two large, feminine spheres of sensuality, and the inviting, tight tummy, a true woman's body. How shapely her body was... The shirt hanging on for dear life, exposing each and every contour of that succulent figure. “My name is Sgt. Jameson. I own this place. Nice to meet you...”
Sgt. Jameson held onto the end of his word, letting it drag out as he extended a hand to shake.
“Oh, right!” Marcy giggled. “My name is Marcy. I love your store! It looks so beautiful! A military man?” The virgin gushed.
“Yes m'am. Eight years I was in. But now, it's just honey for me. Unless a customer starts to get a little mouthy,” he laughed.
And here she felt his strong hand, like a warm vice, grasping her own dainty palm. There was an immediate surge of sexual energy coursing through her body – as if the slightest touch from the burly Jameson had triggered her most innate and taboo desires – the awakening of her sexuality!
The man had a bit of stubble lining his chin and cheeks, all up along the jawline. Quite a virile appearance. He looked like anything but the owner of a honey store... Marcy thought he should be modeling for the cover of fitness magazines or romance novels. She couldn't help but wonder what lurked beneath his shirt... hopefully a rippled stomach and chiseled abs to match the sight of his robust chest.
“Any experience?” Jameson asked.
“What!” Marcy blurted, still thinking her dirty thoughts. Experience with what? Touching a rock-hard chest like that?!
The handsome fellow laughed quietly, putting a heavy hand on her shoulder. “I mean, have you worked with honey? Or would this be your first time?”
Oh my... there went her knees again! The sensation of his warm skin on her cool shoulder was enough cause an orgasm in itself! Marcy about whimpered at the experience, nearly drooling. She breathed in deeply, causing those impressive boobs to raise and lower in a rather sensuous fashion. Jameson certainly took note of them – and strangely, he smiled afterward as if acknowledging their endless temptation.
“Oh, uh... No, no I don't, sorry... but I have worked in a store before!” Marcy mumbled, trying to catch her breath. She desperately wanted employment here! That much was certain – with every fiber of her being, the virgin plumper wished to be hired right on the spot, and fall directly into the arms of this beefcake proprietor!
“That's ok,” Jameson replied. “I don't mind teaching – if you're willing.”
The words were fairly innocent in themselves; yet Marcy felt a heavy undertone of innuendo in the tone of his voice. As if he were hinting at something entirely more salacious and lewd than a jar of sticky honey. Perhaps he had another sticky substance on his mind – all the while staring down at the curvy woman's ripe, black body. He would smile now and then, making sure to scan the entirety of her figure... and what was even more arousing, is that he seemed to want Marcy to know of his visual undressing.
It didn't bother her in the least! The fanciful virgin loved the heat ray his eyes were causing – seemingly leaving a trail of seduction wherever they ventured... down her breasts, along her stomach, over the thick, juicy thighs and beyond... right down to her eager groin. That quickly became a burning inferno of lust and wanton desire! Jameson had but cast his gaze there for no more than a second, yet Marcy felt a rush of sexual juices forming on the interior of her lips. The panties already beginning to moisten. What a stimulating and unexpected, but all the more welcome experience.
“You would teach me?” Marcy questioned, puffing her lips out in a seductive pose.
Her elbows pressed inward toward her chest, causing the cleavage to grow and expand several times over. If those boobs had looked big before, they were infinitely larger now! Plumper and fuller! The kind you could imagine planting your face between and satisfying every naughty desire you ever thought.
And judging by the way Jameson licked his lips, it certainly appeared he harbored a dirty thought or two in his mind as he continued smiling at the cute virgin.
“You're a hard worker, aren't you? The military work ethic,” He asked.
“Me? Oh sure! I try to show up early and leave late, all that kind of stuff,” she smiled nervously, rocking back and forth at the hip.
“Good enough for me,” Jameson laughed. “When would you like to start?”
“You mean—you mean I got the job?!” Marcy gasped, causing her supple breasts to jiggle slightly beneath her tight shirt. That plump perfection just dying to be handled and devoured, to be ravaged and fucked.
“Sure, if you want it, Marcy. I like you already. You seem nice, you're very pretty and I have a good feeling about you,” the Sgt. nodded.
“Oh my god! Are you serious? I did, really? Well I can start right now if you need me!” She gushed, clapping her hands together excitedly – once again making those tits bounce and shake in a tempting display of carnality. How could anyone deny those big, heavy orbs of flesh on her chest? The massive funbags... complete with those dark nipples and suckable knobs, just beginning to poke through the material. Jameson sure as hell couldn't, as his eyes remained fixated on those perky things, covered only by a thin shirt and sexy bra. It was easy to see that the light-skinned fellow was quite taken by his bovine beauty.
“Perfect,” he smiled. “There's so much for me to teach you... And it's your first time, even better. I love the new ones.”
“You... do?” Marcy blushed, turning sideways on her foot.
“And the hot ones,” he winked. “Now let's get started. I can't wait to show you. And it looks like you can't wait to learn.”
“You read my mind, Jameson,” she replied, batting her eyes up and down the length of his chiseled body – stopping at the very conspicuous and large package on the man's crotch.
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“In here,” Jameson said, waving his new employee in to the back room.
Marcy swept in after him, only he didn't allow her much space... which meant she was forced to rub her boobs and groin along his rippled stomach, feeling the hardness through his shirt. The thick girl bit her lip, closing her eyes momentarily and thinking all sorts of naughty things. The sweet scent of him reached her nose just as the door shut behind them. It was tinged with something stronger – a much more potent and sexy odor. A man's smell, with a hint of sweetness and danger. Marcy couldn't help but take in a large whiff of air, picturing his nude body taking control of her full figure.
He definitely had the kind of strength to manhandle her like a ragdoll. She would be nothing to him! Picking h
er up and dominating the poor virgin girl... it aroused the horny gal knowing the man possessed enough power to satisfy a woman's every need. Those big arms and seductive smile... what a lethal combination!
“Oh my...” Marcy whispered, taking sight of the honey pots ordered about the room in a tidy fashion. But, in truth, the outburst had been the result of something far more tempting than a tub of honey...
“Yes, quite impressive...” Jameson nodded, looking over her rounded body. “Ever seen anything like it?”
“Never...” She replied, meeting his gaze in a moment of sexual tension. The juicy girl suddenly averted her gaze, just as the rushing beat of her heart exploded in rapid thumps. The butterflies were now a hurricane of craving! Marcy wanted him so desperately... and here they were, locked away in a backroom filled with all sorts of sticky stuff. The girl wondered when she'd be getting some of Jameson's sticky goo – he would be glorious for her first time. What a god! That forbidden military fruit... Those virile arms and welcoming shoulders. She could imagine her skin squishing into his hard, solid body. The perfect meeting of supple flesh against the warm steel that was his physique.
“I thought you'd like it. You look like the kind of woman who can appreciate such fine treats, and not only that, but show her gratitude for them,” the gruff man smiled.
Marcy wasn't sure what he meant by the statement, but it sure did sound good coming from his moist lips. The fanciful girl pictured them pressing against her own succulent lips at once. Yet another rush of eager naughtiness flitted about her mind. She was entirely lost in reverie, having been robbed of her senses by the handsome man's rugged visage. How ticklish and tempting those whiskers would feel against her southern bits... Marcy was dying to know!
“What makes you say that?” She asked rather coyly, once again twisting away in a shy manner.
“Oh... I usually have a good feel for these kinds of things Marcy. Some things are just... so easy to see,” Jameson intoned, casting his eyes down to her full, toned tummy and back up to the inviting boobs.
“You can see it on me?” She questioned, losing her breath all at once. It seemed as if the plump girl might tip over at any moment and find herself thoroughly caught in the big man's sturdy arms – the very place she wished to be, or thereabouts... Marcy's mind was actually yearning to be at another part of the man's body. A much more private area.
And by the look of Sgt. Jameson's expression, he was thinking an awfully similar notion as those piercing eyes of his continued scanning over the black beauty.
“Maybe we should get started, shouldn't we?” He asked in a tone that made it clear this wasn't a real question.
“Mmhmm,” Marcy gulped, fearing what kind of filthy behavior the man had in mind, yet craving it all at the same time. Her nerves were constant and heavy. The desire to be filled and stuffed by Jameson was all-consuming, yet her virgin mind remained hesitant, though quickly coming around to the dark side. The more she stared at his solid physique, the more she wanted it. And in time... that was all she could fathom – being possessed and ravaged by the gorgeous stranger.
And with that, Jameson reached forward, stretching an arm across Marcy's body. It rubbed gently along the upper portion of her chest, sliding right over those sumptuous tits. The jolt of excitement was instant and reactionary – going straight to Marcy's already wet and gushing pussy. Her arousal growing stronger by the moment. The young virgin was hungry for her first cock. She wanted it so badly, so fiercely... and never more than in this instant!
“This is our special brand,” he said. “Honey suck-le.”
“Suck-le?” She repeated, panting at the thought of feeling his manpole pressing into her mouth.
“Yes, Marcy. It's my own special brand. I drafted it up while serving overseas. Would you like to try some?” The hunk asked, smirking on one side of his face.
“Well, if I'm going to learn... I'd better have a taste,” she whispered, leaning in close to his body.
“See,” he grinned. “I knew you were just right for the position.”
“I didn't know you had a position in mind...”
“For you, I'd make one. Now open wide...” Jameson instructed his new plump employee, as he unscrewed the lid and dipped a finger in.
“Yes, sir,” she moaned, letting those massive jugs bump against his body. Those heavenly feminine globes of perfection! How ripe and wondrous they were. Jameson couldn't take his eyes off them.
And with that, Jameson lowered his honey coated finger down toward her mouth. She felt his soft touch upon her skin as the taste of his sweet honey enveloped her mouth.
“Mmm!” She gushed. “The best I've ever had!”
“I thought it would be,” Jameson nodded. “Another?”
“Mmm...”
So he dipped his finger in again, once more lowering it toward Marcy's lips. But here, the excited motions of the girl, and the bumping of her breasts, caused Jameson's hand to waiver – resulting in a dob of honey falling onto her skin... directly on the upper section of her sizable breast. A large dob of golden honey, slowly running down her smooth, dark, and bare chest.
“Uh oh,” he commented, “I'd better get that off.”
And then Jameson reached down, wiping up the honey with a lone finger – which he then brought into his own mouth. The action caused Marcy to sigh heavily, her naughty bits dripping all the more. She was desperate and horny! Desirous of this he-man's love pole.
“Hmm,” Jameson said with a concerned expression. “You still look sticky. We can't have that, can we?”
“No...” Marcy whimpered, already anticipating his touch upon her flesh.
The mysterious man stared deeply into her eyes as his head began to lower tortuously slow, aiming right for those perky tits.
And a moment later, Marcy felt the wetness of his tongue sliding along her skin.
“Ahhh...” She moaned, loving the sensation of that moist item on her boob.
Jameson licked and licked, sighing and groaning, obviously stimulated – growing wilder by the moment. He had long since sucked the honey dry, but continued on with the sordid affair. Neither of them seemed to care as Marcy tipped her head back in ecstasy – but just then, she jutted those pretty eyes forward... and what she saw was quite different than expected.
Jameson sucked forcefully with his lascivious tongue. Lapping and lapping along her glorious flesh. He loved the taste of this delectable girl. How he longed to be inside her body...
“Grrr...” He moaned, beginning to rub his groin against Marcy's leg. She could feel his hardness through the pants, a very large pole indeed.
Jameson was transforming! Losing all control as he lusted after this exotic woman! Her virgin scent wafting up to his nose...
“Oh my god...” She moaned, still reveling in the touch of his tongue. “What...”
“You turn me on, you sexy plump thing...” He growled, making eye contact once more – a greedy, insatiable gaze.
Jameson, in his heightened state of arousal, had been unable to restrain his urges – driven wild with lust for Marcy. She couldn't believe how attractive he looked, how horny it made her. She'd never felt so appreciated and lusted after!
Sgt. Jameson's large, bulging the muscles... the soft fingers greeting her every touch... and, more important than all of that, the massive hard-on grinding forcefully against her leg.
“I want you now!” Jameson roared.
“Take me!” Marcy gushed, just as the man ripped her top clean off in one swipe of the hand. A second later he had removed her tight bottoms as well, dragging the material down her thick legs. Marcy stood there, naked, in all her sexual glory.
The sight of such a juicy, round, and irresistible BBW drove the shop owner insane! He was beside himself with wanton lust. The way her round belly felt in his hands, as he grabbed large patches of flesh and squeezed them gently in his grasp. Rubbing along her dark skin, savoring every inch.
It was a battlefield of debauchery! Jameson
placed both hands on the curvy girl's ass, grabbing a cheek in each hand, as he lifted her up onto the nearby barrel of honey. She plopped down with the greatest of ease – just as he reached up, shoving her reward against the wall. Her eyes were alive with fire and longing! Marcy couldn't believe it! This sexy guy was only moments away from... from... pleasuring her untouched southern slit! She could only imagine how perfect that long, thick and meaty shaft would feel while ravaging her pleasure button. And she wouldn't have to wait long at all...
“Now it's time for the real tasty stuff,” Jameson smiled, dropping his head down between her legs.
It was a scene of utmost horniness! Jameson ran his hands along the girl's juicy thighs, giving them a little swat her and there, as he continued exploring her body with his impressive tongue. Tracing the lines of her supple flesh, descending lower and lower... getting right near her cunt, but without actually touching the coveted area just yet. At times, his hand would strafe along her smooth belly, sending jolt after jolt of sexual arousal to his sturdy cock. Every inch of her seemed to spur him on. It was unbearable to withhold any longer! Jameson had to taste the untouched creature!
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